::Grumbles:: I hope this comes out because it didn't last time. Well, I hope you enjoy! Oh, before I forget there seems to have misunderstanding of what happened in the last chapter. Darien and Michael did not just remember all of a sudden. It was a flashback when they clasped hands.

Disclaimer: I have never or will ever own Sailor Moon.

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            The two men backed away in shock and stared at each other. Michael fell to his knees, groaning and sweat pouring down his temples. He shook his head slightly, his hair falling over his shoulders. Whatever it was he did not want it to happen again. He something had tried to rip him into half and the pain was horrible. Placing a hand on his chest, he could feel that his heart had somehow speeded beyond a normal rate. Gripping onto his chest, he gasped and held back the urge to scream in pain.

"What the hell was that?" Darien clenched his fists - a habit when he became stressed. Whatever it was it had been the strangest feeling he had ever had. When he had clasped hands with the man, he had felt like the man was more a part of him than anyone he had ever known. Bending down, he allowed his instincts to take over and he placed a hand on the man's shoulder. He could feel the three other men behind him and they pushed him aside to reach the silver-haired man.

"What's wrong?" Zachary studied his brother confused by the sudden attack his brother was having. Worried by the bluish color around the man's lips, he motioned for Nephlite to help him pick up his twin. Jed, being stronger than Zachary, helped the tall brunette pick up Michael and they carried him to the couch lying down on the soft leather material. "It looks like he's going into some state of shock. Get me some blankets. We have to keep him warm."

Darien watched from the corner not knowing what to do. It seemed the longhaired blonde knew what he was doing and he waited. Somehow he felt connected to the silver-haired man and now he had no idea what to do. During that one physical touch, it seemed like the man tried to become a part of him. He shifted nervously watching the pain, somehow being able to understand the pain.

Michael cried out as something gripped his heart and squeezed. It was beating so fast … and what was happening?! He writhed in pain, trying to push whoever it was that was wrapping the blanket around him. His body was tense and he could hear the blood roaring in his head and the temples pounding like a drum.

Zachary wrapped the blankets around Michael relieved that the other two men were here to hold his large brother down. The man was thrashing around letting out staccato cries of pain. "Come on, Michael. Get a hold of yourself. Everything's going to be okay." His voice was soft as if he was talking to a child. The man was trembling and Zachary checked his hand to check for warmth. There was none. Turning towards the silent man standing in the corner watching with dark eyes, Zachary stood up. "Nephlite, Jed. Keep him and make sure that the blanket keeps him warm."

Darien watched as the feminine man walked over to him. The man had glasses resting on the bridge of his nose and he noted the worry and fear reflecting in the man's eyes. He was stiff as he waited for what the man had to say.

"What the hell did you do to him, you bastard?" Zachary's demand was soft but held a deadly tone. His green eyes flashed with anger. Contrary to what most thought, his brother and him had been very close. The man was his best friend and he depended on him so much after their father had died.

"I didn't do anything. We just shook hands and then he collapsed."

"Something passed between you two. I saw it … recognition in your eyes. Tell me what happened."

Darien sighed, running a hand through his raven colored hair. Closing his eyes, he took a deep and breath and let it out slowly. "When we grasped hands … something flashed between us. It was like a memory. Don't ask me what it was because it was like a peek at something forbidden. It let the curtain open far enough to let us take a glance, but not enough that I remember anything."

The small man furrowed his brows, wondering if the two men had known each other in the past. Then, he turned as Michael let out a blood-curdling scream. Running back over towards his brother, he placed a hand on the man's shoulder and pushed him down. Now all three were struggling to keep the powerfully strong man down. "Damn it, Michael! Snap out of it!"

"What's going on?" Serenity stepped out from her room, eyes wide with fright at the scream she had heard. Walking over to her struggling uncles, she froze as she saw Michael. The man was lying on the couch, his long hair in array. Veins were sticking out from his neck and he kept screaming. As any child would do, Serenity started to cry. "What … what wrong with Mally?"

Darien walked over to the child and picked her up, turning her head so she didn't have to witness the scene. He watched and wondered what they should do. "Sere, listen to me. I want you to go to the balcony. Look at the city, it's very beautiful." Relieved that his English was not rusty, he placed the child down. The girl sniffled and walked over to the balcony wanting to get away from the horrible screams of 'Mally'. Darien walked over to the man and looked at the struggling figures of the three men trying to hold the man down.

"God damn it, you idiot! Don't just stand there! Help us!" Jed clenched his jaw biting back the urge to knock the writhing man unconscious. He watched as the man bent over and placed a hand on his friend's shoulders. His eyes widened as Michael stopped moving all of a sudden. His breathing was back to normal and he was now sleeping peacefully. "What the hell just happened?"

Darien stepped back startled by the sudden silence in the room. All he heard was the heavy breathing of the exhausted trio who had held Michael down. "I … I don't know. I touched him and something flew from me to him … and then … he became quiet."

Zachary watched with suspicion at the young man. He was about two or three years younger than them and there was still a hint of a boyish like look on him. One would think that the man was not handsome or cute … he was beautiful. He did not hold the feminine air that Zachary himself held, but he did not hold masculine looks Michael possessed. What were they going to do now?

Serenity stood outside on the balcony looking down on the busy streets of Tokyo. Her eyes were red from crying but the screaming had stopped now. Looking around, she decided to go back inside. Turning around, she grabbed the handle of the door.

"Well … well. YOU'RE the one who holds that great power?" Kunzite floated in the air, an eyebrow raised at the toddler. Deciding not to question his queen, he waved his hand and the girl floated into the air.

Sere screamed as she felt the ground disappear from her and she was flying. Turning around, her eyes widened. "Mally! You're okay! Look, I'm flying!"

He raised an eyebrow at the obvious recognition. Deciding to take this as a stroke of luck, he smiled as gently as he could. "Yes, it's me. I have wonderful place to take you little one. Would you like to go?"

"Yea!"

Nodding the girl floated over towards him and he grabbed onto her small body. Looking inside the glass doors at the unsuspecting men in the hotel room, he smirked and phased out … the girl with him.

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I'm sorry the chapter is so short, but it just came out that way. X.x; … Um … I can't e-mail anyone because I lost the password to my e-mail address. Talk about airheaded. X.x … I hope you guys enjoyed this brief story. Don't worry! I promise to post next Saturday! Review please!